Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Trinidad & Tobago and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Knickerbockers to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Sugar Minott,
Motorama,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anakelly,
Deadbeat,
Gang of Four,
Talk Talk,
DJ Sneak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Au Pairs,
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Howard Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Infiniti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Khruangbin,
Clear Light,
Siglo XX,
48th St. Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Sheep,
Unwound,
Ken Boothe,
Qualms,
Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Letta Mbulu,
Mantronix,
Pere Ubu,
Boz Scaggs,
Severed Heads,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kayak,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Saints,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.